When we get home, Ken is there, waiting to talk to me. He and Sherrie are sitting on the couch, watching TV. She smiles demurely when she sees me, but I can see the sparkle in her eyes.

"Can I see you for a minute?" Ken says, eyeing Susan, standing next to me. "Privately." He says, gesturing to the front door.

"What's up?" I ask innocently, as we walk out the front door. "It's not about the football game is it?" I ask, faking concern. I know exactly what he wants to talk to me about; I just can't help but fuck with him a little. "Did somebody find out...